二月湖水清,家家春鸟鸣。朔风散尽出暖日,亥去子来又一春。在这个百鸟迁徙的时节,体坛的诸星也用一桩桩的转会打动着人们的神经,而在这个新生的季节里,更无须眷恋逝去的美好。没有转会,没有改变,体坛便仿如一潭死水;不经流动,不经变换,也就没有那难以捉摸、动人心弦的未来。 February Lake clear, every spring birds. The wind blows out of the warm day, the sea to another spring. In this season of migratory birds, the stars of the sports are also impressed with the nerve of one person after another. In this newborn season, there is no need to cherish the beauty of passing away. No transfer, no change, the sports world will be like a pool of stagnant water; without mobility, without change, there will be no elusive, touching future.